The man stood, gazing off at the horizon, his black cloak billowing around him even
without any wind. Beside him, a small blue reptile, clad in a similarly imposing garment,
gazed off as well. The two stood, watching raptly the explosions that rocked what was once
a town, and was now little more than a smouldering crater.
"Davish," the little lizard said, emotionlessly. "It'sh time to move on."
The man's eyes, dark pools of the darkest inky blackness, narrowed into dark, black little
slits, as his black cape swirled around him in the blackness.
"I know."
The duo turned and began walking, unaware of the solitary figure, riding a hanglider,
that had been observing them.
***
DIGIMASTER
A STUDY IN CATHARSIS
BY HIS IMPERIAL HIGHNESS EXDEATH THE DESTROYER - exdeath@shokushu.com
***
"Who did this?!"
DemiDevimon cringed away from the screaming Myotismon, fearing his master's wrath, and
gulped. "W-we believe it was Motomiya again, mi-milord."
Myotismon glared down at the cowering Rookie, and fire burned in his glowing red eyes
as he turned toward the devastated town.
"GONE!" he roared. "My training ground! My slaves! My summer home! GONE BECAUSE OF THAT
AZULONGMON-FORSAKEN HUMAN!" He grabbed the nearest object, a burning 2x4, and batted
DemiDevimon far away. The vampiric monster was in no mood to talk, even to his right-hand
mon, as he stalked to the outskirts of the blazing ruin.
A pair of Mekanorimon, piloted by Bakemon, saluted Myotismon as he swept toward them.
"Sir!" the first shouted. "We have yet to find any trace of the re-"
"I know where he is." a voice stated, cutting off the Bakemon. The trio of evil Digimon
turned toward the voice, and Myotismon's mouth curled up in a grin upon seeing the speaker.
The voice came from a young lady with long purple hair, holding a folding hanglider
under one arm. She was dressed indecently, wearing little but a thong and a strap across
her ample chest, apparently relying on her metallic pinkish-purple cape for protection
from the elements. She grinned nastily at Myotismon, appraising him sharply through her
dark glasses, then swayed toward him.
"Well... Where is he? And who are you?" Myotismon said, his usual confident sneer
cracking slightly as he stared down at the mysterious lady.
"Inoue," she said in a low tone. "You don't need to know more than that. And I'll trade
information on Motomiya for... oh... a gallon of water."
"A *gallon*!" cried Myotismon. "Presumptuous little girl! What's to stop me from
torturing the information out of you instead?!"
"I'm not here alone," Inoue said, confidently. "Besides, I'm a great spy. Wouldn't it
be best to keep a good working relationship?"
Myotismon narrowed his eyes, then nodded to one of the Mekanorimon, who walked away,
toward the nearby camp of Myotismon's troops.
"If the information is accurate, you'll get your gallon," Myotismon said, through
clenched teeth. "*If*. In the meantime, why don't you join me for dinner? Yuor companion,
wherever he is, may join us as well."
Inoue smiled nastily, then shrugged. "Well, I will, but I think I'd rather leave my
companion standing guard. Insurance, you see."
Myotismon nodded curtly, then turned toward his camp, gesturing for Inoue to follow.
***
Motomiya and Veemon continued walking, kicking up sand as they wandered through the
wasteland, Motomiya pondering a bomb he held in his hand, one similar to the charges he
used to level the village. He had long since reconciled himself to the necessity of
destroying the strongholds of Myotismon's troops, human and Digimon alike. After World
War III had forced a mass emigration to the Digital World, the devastated Digital World
had become a struggle for survival for all inhabitants, new and old alike.
"Davish," Veemon said, snapping Motomiya out of his reverie. "We need to make camp,
shoon. Let'sh find shome wood."
"Right." Motomiya stated, his thoughts already gone. He turned and headed for a stand
of trees, an island of life in this sea of rock and sand. Veemon followed, his cape
sweeping around him.
The duo tore some sticks from the trees and formed a pile, then Motomiya lit a match
he had kept in his pocket and threw it on the pile. The two lay on the inhospitable ground
and were soon fast asleep.
***
The next morning, the duo sat by the small fire as Motomiya sketched a crude map in the
sand.
"We head east," he muttered.
"That headsh into the deep deshert, Davish," said Veemon, neutrally.
"There's a town east of here, it isn't on any maps," Motomiya replied, sketching an X
on the crude map. "It's a stronghold controlled by the Koromon. We'll be able to get
supplies and water there."
"Where do we head from there?" Veemon queried, his tail flicking, leaving shallow furrows
in the sand.
"Our next target, Myotismon's castle at Middlesex-Ormsleigh-Scots-Bastard-On-Avon,"
replied Motomiya. "We will storm the castle, and destroy it, removing the seat of
Myotismon's power."
"It'sh rishky," Veemon stated, eyes narrowing. "The cashtle will be heavily defended,
and I've heard that... *he* hash been working with Myotishmon. There'sh no telling what
short of horrorsh Myotishmon hash now."
Motomiya clenched his fist, the stick in his hand snapping in half. "Ichijouji..."
***
Inoue stepped out of Myotismon's tent, tying her top on and stretching in the morning
sun. She threw her cloak back over her shoulders and strode out to the edge of the
encampment, where a group of Meramon and a Monochromon awaited. She scaled the Monochromon,
smiling very slightly as she slid down the Digimon's ridged back to sit up near its neck.
"He went north!" Inoue shouted. "We have to move quickly before his track fades. Ya!"
The girl drove a spiked heel into the Monochromon's side, spurring the huge monster into a
rapid gallop, the Meramon following along at an easy run. A large, winged form rose from
near the camp as the group departed, and sailed into the sky, following the group at a
distance, as well.
They travelled quickly over the sands and rocks, reaching a stand of trees and an extinct
firepit after an hour. Inoue dismounted Monochromon and thrust a finger into the damp
embers.
"This was extinguished recently, within the hour," she stated, with certainty. "If we
follow their tracks, we should be able to catch Motomiya and Veemon easily."
The Meramon growled in acknowledgement, and loped off, following the tracks. Inoue
climbed onto Monochromon, sliding into place, and galloped after them.
***
"Davish, we're being followed."
"I know, Veemon," Motomiya replied. "I know. Just keep walking, the fight will come to
us soon enough."
The duo pressed on, drawing their capes about their faces to protect themselves from the
stinging wind and sand, both acutely aware of the group of fiends gaining on them.
"Veemon, on my mark," mumbled Motomiya to his diminutive companion.
"Right," the little reptile replied, cracking his knuckles.
They continued to walk as Inoue and Myotismon's troops rapidly approached.
"Motomiya, surrender!" Inoue shouted, raising her handheld crossbow.
Motomiya nodded to Veemon, then turned to face his enemies. "I don't think so," he
stated. Inoue shrugged and fired an arrow at Motomiya.
Veemon dissolved into a cloud of pixels as Motomiya did the same, Inoue's arrow passing
harmlessly through. The clouds merged into a single swirling mass, drawing up a cloud of
sand. Inoue's soldiers fell back, fearfully.
Motomiya and Veemon's voices came from the cloud, reverberating strangely.
"Veemon Ultra Digivolve to..."
"Motomiya Ultra Digivolve to..."
In the midst of the swirling sand, the cloud of pixels coalesced into a ten-foot-tall
blue reptile. It was armour-plated, the black chestpiece shining in the morning sun,
the same sun that glinted off the reptile's wicked curving metallic claws. The monster's
slitted eyes narrowed as it roared, a gout of flame erupting into the air and blasting the
sand away. It gnashed its wicked jaws, and held its claws out before a long, fang-like
blade appeared in it.
"OmegaVeemon!" The voice the came from the monster was a curious fusion of Motomiya's
and XV-mon's.
Inoue stumbled back, firing another arrow at OmegaVeemon, which glanced harmlessly off
the reptile's armour. "Get him!" she cried, before she scrambled off behind a nearby rock.
OmegaVeemon fell into a crouch as Monochromon charged. Just before he would have been
gored, he grabbed Monochromon's horn and twisted, flying up and over and landing on the
horned Digimon's back. With a single wrench, he tore Monochromon's horn out, then slammed
the point into the bellowing monster's spine. OmegaVeemon leapt off as Monochromon
collapsed and pixillated away.
While Monochromon was struggling with OmegaVeemon, the enormous winged monster that had
been following the group descended behind the rock Inoue had retreated behind. The flashing
behind the rock went unnoticed as OmegaVeemon leapt around, tearing the Meramon apart with
his vicious gnashy claws and great pointed teeth.
OmegaVeemon landed as the Digimon pixillated away, leaving only disturbed sand as a sign
of their presence. "Anyone else?" the monster asked, still riding high on adrenaline and
spoiling for a fight.
A tall, amply endowed female figure with purple hair stepped out from behind a rock. She
had arms that terminated in birdlike talons, feet of the same, large feathered wings on her
back, and a purple metallic helmet shaped like a bird's head. Her body was inadequately
covered with long, hawk-like feathers.
OmegaVeemon crouched, extending his claws and baring his teeth. "TerminusHawkmon," he
growled. "I should have known Inoue wouldn't be here alone."
"She wasn't," keened the bird-morph. "Come on, OmegaVeemon. You can't beat us. Surrender
and Inoue'll try to make things as... pleasant as possible for you." The tall Amazon
bird-warrior winked at the reptile.
"We'll see, bitch," spat OmegaVeemon, then screamed and belched a column of flame at
TerminusHawkmon, who leapt back and into the air.
"Naughty, naughty," she said, wagging a finger at OmegaVeemon. She power-dove at
OmegaVeemon, swinging a talon with intent to tear the reptile's face off. OmegaVeemon
grabbed her wrist and twisted, snapping it with a sickening crunch. She screamed and fell
to the sand.
With an enraged roar, OmegaVeemon raised his sword to impale TerminusHawkmon. He swung
the blade down at the fallen bird-morph, but stopped as she cried "wait!"
"Wait," she said again, sobbing. "Take us with you, please."
"Take you with us?!" OmegaVeemon cried, incredulously. "After you tried to kill us?!"
"Myotismon seemed the best side to join!" cried TerminusHawkmon, apologetically. "I was
obviously wrong. Please, take us with you, we can be helpful."
OmegaVeemon narrowed his eyes again, then thrust a claw down and grabbed
TerminusHawkmon's good claw, helping her to her feet. "Just remember, TerminusHawkmon," he
stated. "If you betray us, we'll kill you."
The bird-woman stared into OmegaVeemon's eyes with a steely gaze. "We know."
without any wind. Beside him, a small blue reptile, clad in a similarly imposing garment,
gazed off as well. The two stood, watching raptly the explosions that rocked what was once
a town, and was now little more than a smouldering crater.
"Davish," the little lizard said, emotionlessly. "It'sh time to move on."
The man's eyes, dark pools of the darkest inky blackness, narrowed into dark, black little
slits, as his black cape swirled around him in the blackness.
"I know."
The duo turned and began walking, unaware of the solitary figure, riding a hanglider,
that had been observing them.
***
DIGIMASTER
A STUDY IN CATHARSIS
BY HIS IMPERIAL HIGHNESS EXDEATH THE DESTROYER - exdeath@shokushu.com
***
"Who did this?!"
DemiDevimon cringed away from the screaming Myotismon, fearing his master's wrath, and
gulped. "W-we believe it was Motomiya again, mi-milord."
Myotismon glared down at the cowering Rookie, and fire burned in his glowing red eyes
as he turned toward the devastated town.
"GONE!" he roared. "My training ground! My slaves! My summer home! GONE BECAUSE OF THAT
AZULONGMON-FORSAKEN HUMAN!" He grabbed the nearest object, a burning 2x4, and batted
DemiDevimon far away. The vampiric monster was in no mood to talk, even to his right-hand
mon, as he stalked to the outskirts of the blazing ruin.
A pair of Mekanorimon, piloted by Bakemon, saluted Myotismon as he swept toward them.
"Sir!" the first shouted. "We have yet to find any trace of the re-"
"I know where he is." a voice stated, cutting off the Bakemon. The trio of evil Digimon
turned toward the voice, and Myotismon's mouth curled up in a grin upon seeing the speaker.
The voice came from a young lady with long purple hair, holding a folding hanglider
under one arm. She was dressed indecently, wearing little but a thong and a strap across
her ample chest, apparently relying on her metallic pinkish-purple cape for protection
from the elements. She grinned nastily at Myotismon, appraising him sharply through her
dark glasses, then swayed toward him.
"Well... Where is he? And who are you?" Myotismon said, his usual confident sneer
cracking slightly as he stared down at the mysterious lady.
"Inoue," she said in a low tone. "You don't need to know more than that. And I'll trade
information on Motomiya for... oh... a gallon of water."
"A *gallon*!" cried Myotismon. "Presumptuous little girl! What's to stop me from
torturing the information out of you instead?!"
"I'm not here alone," Inoue said, confidently. "Besides, I'm a great spy. Wouldn't it
be best to keep a good working relationship?"
Myotismon narrowed his eyes, then nodded to one of the Mekanorimon, who walked away,
toward the nearby camp of Myotismon's troops.
"If the information is accurate, you'll get your gallon," Myotismon said, through
clenched teeth. "*If*. In the meantime, why don't you join me for dinner? Yuor companion,
wherever he is, may join us as well."
Inoue smiled nastily, then shrugged. "Well, I will, but I think I'd rather leave my
companion standing guard. Insurance, you see."
Myotismon nodded curtly, then turned toward his camp, gesturing for Inoue to follow.
***
Motomiya and Veemon continued walking, kicking up sand as they wandered through the
wasteland, Motomiya pondering a bomb he held in his hand, one similar to the charges he
used to level the village. He had long since reconciled himself to the necessity of
destroying the strongholds of Myotismon's troops, human and Digimon alike. After World
War III had forced a mass emigration to the Digital World, the devastated Digital World
had become a struggle for survival for all inhabitants, new and old alike.
"Davish," Veemon said, snapping Motomiya out of his reverie. "We need to make camp,
shoon. Let'sh find shome wood."
"Right." Motomiya stated, his thoughts already gone. He turned and headed for a stand
of trees, an island of life in this sea of rock and sand. Veemon followed, his cape
sweeping around him.
The duo tore some sticks from the trees and formed a pile, then Motomiya lit a match
he had kept in his pocket and threw it on the pile. The two lay on the inhospitable ground
and were soon fast asleep.
***
The next morning, the duo sat by the small fire as Motomiya sketched a crude map in the
sand.
"We head east," he muttered.
"That headsh into the deep deshert, Davish," said Veemon, neutrally.
"There's a town east of here, it isn't on any maps," Motomiya replied, sketching an X
on the crude map. "It's a stronghold controlled by the Koromon. We'll be able to get
supplies and water there."
"Where do we head from there?" Veemon queried, his tail flicking, leaving shallow furrows
in the sand.
"Our next target, Myotismon's castle at Middlesex-Ormsleigh-Scots-Bastard-On-Avon,"
replied Motomiya. "We will storm the castle, and destroy it, removing the seat of
Myotismon's power."
"It'sh rishky," Veemon stated, eyes narrowing. "The cashtle will be heavily defended,
and I've heard that... *he* hash been working with Myotishmon. There'sh no telling what
short of horrorsh Myotishmon hash now."
Motomiya clenched his fist, the stick in his hand snapping in half. "Ichijouji..."
***
Inoue stepped out of Myotismon's tent, tying her top on and stretching in the morning
sun. She threw her cloak back over her shoulders and strode out to the edge of the
encampment, where a group of Meramon and a Monochromon awaited. She scaled the Monochromon,
smiling very slightly as she slid down the Digimon's ridged back to sit up near its neck.
"He went north!" Inoue shouted. "We have to move quickly before his track fades. Ya!"
The girl drove a spiked heel into the Monochromon's side, spurring the huge monster into a
rapid gallop, the Meramon following along at an easy run. A large, winged form rose from
near the camp as the group departed, and sailed into the sky, following the group at a
distance, as well.
They travelled quickly over the sands and rocks, reaching a stand of trees and an extinct
firepit after an hour. Inoue dismounted Monochromon and thrust a finger into the damp
embers.
"This was extinguished recently, within the hour," she stated, with certainty. "If we
follow their tracks, we should be able to catch Motomiya and Veemon easily."
The Meramon growled in acknowledgement, and loped off, following the tracks. Inoue
climbed onto Monochromon, sliding into place, and galloped after them.
***
"Davish, we're being followed."
"I know, Veemon," Motomiya replied. "I know. Just keep walking, the fight will come to
us soon enough."
The duo pressed on, drawing their capes about their faces to protect themselves from the
stinging wind and sand, both acutely aware of the group of fiends gaining on them.
"Veemon, on my mark," mumbled Motomiya to his diminutive companion.
"Right," the little reptile replied, cracking his knuckles.
They continued to walk as Inoue and Myotismon's troops rapidly approached.
"Motomiya, surrender!" Inoue shouted, raising her handheld crossbow.
Motomiya nodded to Veemon, then turned to face his enemies. "I don't think so," he
stated. Inoue shrugged and fired an arrow at Motomiya.
Veemon dissolved into a cloud of pixels as Motomiya did the same, Inoue's arrow passing
harmlessly through. The clouds merged into a single swirling mass, drawing up a cloud of
sand. Inoue's soldiers fell back, fearfully.
Motomiya and Veemon's voices came from the cloud, reverberating strangely.
"Veemon Ultra Digivolve to..."
"Motomiya Ultra Digivolve to..."
In the midst of the swirling sand, the cloud of pixels coalesced into a ten-foot-tall
blue reptile. It was armour-plated, the black chestpiece shining in the morning sun,
the same sun that glinted off the reptile's wicked curving metallic claws. The monster's
slitted eyes narrowed as it roared, a gout of flame erupting into the air and blasting the
sand away. It gnashed its wicked jaws, and held its claws out before a long, fang-like
blade appeared in it.
"OmegaVeemon!" The voice the came from the monster was a curious fusion of Motomiya's
and XV-mon's.
Inoue stumbled back, firing another arrow at OmegaVeemon, which glanced harmlessly off
the reptile's armour. "Get him!" she cried, before she scrambled off behind a nearby rock.
OmegaVeemon fell into a crouch as Monochromon charged. Just before he would have been
gored, he grabbed Monochromon's horn and twisted, flying up and over and landing on the
horned Digimon's back. With a single wrench, he tore Monochromon's horn out, then slammed
the point into the bellowing monster's spine. OmegaVeemon leapt off as Monochromon
collapsed and pixillated away.
While Monochromon was struggling with OmegaVeemon, the enormous winged monster that had
been following the group descended behind the rock Inoue had retreated behind. The flashing
behind the rock went unnoticed as OmegaVeemon leapt around, tearing the Meramon apart with
his vicious gnashy claws and great pointed teeth.
OmegaVeemon landed as the Digimon pixillated away, leaving only disturbed sand as a sign
of their presence. "Anyone else?" the monster asked, still riding high on adrenaline and
spoiling for a fight.
A tall, amply endowed female figure with purple hair stepped out from behind a rock. She
had arms that terminated in birdlike talons, feet of the same, large feathered wings on her
back, and a purple metallic helmet shaped like a bird's head. Her body was inadequately
covered with long, hawk-like feathers.
OmegaVeemon crouched, extending his claws and baring his teeth. "TerminusHawkmon," he
growled. "I should have known Inoue wouldn't be here alone."
"She wasn't," keened the bird-morph. "Come on, OmegaVeemon. You can't beat us. Surrender
and Inoue'll try to make things as... pleasant as possible for you." The tall Amazon
bird-warrior winked at the reptile.
"We'll see, bitch," spat OmegaVeemon, then screamed and belched a column of flame at
TerminusHawkmon, who leapt back and into the air.
"Naughty, naughty," she said, wagging a finger at OmegaVeemon. She power-dove at
OmegaVeemon, swinging a talon with intent to tear the reptile's face off. OmegaVeemon
grabbed her wrist and twisted, snapping it with a sickening crunch. She screamed and fell
to the sand.
With an enraged roar, OmegaVeemon raised his sword to impale TerminusHawkmon. He swung
the blade down at the fallen bird-morph, but stopped as she cried "wait!"
"Wait," she said again, sobbing. "Take us with you, please."
"Take you with us?!" OmegaVeemon cried, incredulously. "After you tried to kill us?!"
"Myotismon seemed the best side to join!" cried TerminusHawkmon, apologetically. "I was
obviously wrong. Please, take us with you, we can be helpful."
OmegaVeemon narrowed his eyes again, then thrust a claw down and grabbed
TerminusHawkmon's good claw, helping her to her feet. "Just remember, TerminusHawkmon," he
stated. "If you betray us, we'll kill you."
The bird-woman stared into OmegaVeemon's eyes with a steely gaze. "We know."